The Dimensions of Light and the Infinite Journey

In the Democratic Republic of the Congo, a land torn apart by decades of conflict, violence, and profound injustice, Espoir lay there, by then consumed by illness. Around him remained only a few of his loved ones, those whom war and adversity had spared. Their faces were marked by suffering, yet in their eyes there still remained something that no war had managed to destroy: Love.

Espoir breathed slowly. Each breath seemed more difficult than the one before. Multiple myeloma had consumed his body, progressively depriving him of his strength. And yet, within him, something seemed strangely peaceful.

He looked at his family.

“Do not cry.”

His mother squeezed his hand.

“How can we not cry?”

Espoir smiled weakly.

“Because we will see each other again.”

“When?”

The young man remained silent for a few moments, as if searching within his mind for an answer that could be understood by those who still lived within time.

“Soon. Much sooner than you can imagine. The time we have on Earth seems enormous while we are living it… but in Eternity, it is nothing more than the blink of an eye. It is like a grain of sand in the Sahara Desert. We struggle for that grain, often even wasting it… without realizing that the desert is infinite.”

A tear rolled down his mother’s face.

Espoir continued:

“Do not be afraid for me. I have suffered, yes. And I would have wished that no one ever had to suffer as I did. But perhaps this very suffering taught me something that otherwise I would never have understood.”

In recent years, the young man had watched the world deteriorate in many places: wars, persecutions, hunger, corruption, hatred, untreated diseases, children deprived of their childhood, and people forced to flee their own lands.

He had often even thought about how absurd it was that humanity possessed knowledge capable of saving lives and, at the same time, allowed millions of people to die because they lacked diagnostic resources, medicines, healthcare facilities, and adequate treatment.

It was not illness itself that was unjust, but inequality.

Where the means to heal the body were lacking, it became even more difficult to cultivate serenity of the soul; and where war, hatred, fear, and oppression prevailed, the Virtues seemed to find no ground in which to take root.

At a certain point, Espoir closed his eyes, and his final breath was almost imperceptible.

Suddenly, the young man had the sensation of becoming incredibly light. He no longer felt pain, nor did he feel the weight of those bones so eroded by illness; it was as though something had gently freed him from matter.

Then he opened his eyes, and before him he saw his entire earthly life unfold.

He saw his childhood, the faces of his parents, his homeland. He saw again the happy days and the painful ones, the people he had met, the words he had spoken, those he had left unspoken, the opportunities he had lost, the acts of kindness he had performed almost without realizing it.

Yet he also saw his own faults and understood them, experiencing an inner pain.

Every action appeared in its true nature, free from the justifications with which human beings often cover their choices.

He saw the pain he had caused and the pain he had alleviated. He saw the times when he had chosen Good despite it being more difficult, and he understood that nothing had truly disappeared: every action had left a trace.

The journey continued, and the Earth became smaller and smaller.

He saw continents, oceans, mountains, cities, forests; places he had never visited and others he knew only through stories and images.

Then he saw something he could never have imagined: above the material world there seemed to exist other regions of existence—not simply places farther away, but dimensions, levels, states of being.

Each time he crossed a new threshold, perception became subtler, brighter, vaster, and with it he too seemed to transform.

Suffering no longer existed, and a wondrous Light enveloped him.

It was not a light that came from a sun; it seemed to arise everywhere, even within him.

It filled him with a Peace so profound that, for the first time, Espoir understood how incomplete every earthly definition of happiness had been.

At a certain point, the journey came to a halt.

Before him appeared a world that was not Earth: immense green and flowering expanses stretched to the horizon; trees of unknown forms moved gently beneath a breeze that seemed to possess its own music; crystalline rivers crossed immense plains, and animals of species he had never seen lived alongside one another without fear.

There was no waste, no pollution, no destruction.

The flora and fauna did not struggle for survival as they did on Earth, but seemed to participate in the same harmony.

Espoir stood motionless.

“Where am I?”

A voice answered behind him.

“Home.”

Espoir turned around.

From a distance, a figure more than two meters tall was approaching.

His skin was blue, luminous, and uniform. His hair was white, with almost golden, yellowish reflections, and seemed to emit a faint light of its own. His face was serene, with a magnificent smile.

Espoir looked at him in astonishment.

The figure extended his hand toward him.

“Espoir. Welcome to your new dimension.”

“Who are you?”

“My name is Orthon.”

“You are… an angel?”

Orthon smiled.

“That is how you on Earth would define what I am. I have been your Guide. I accompanied, inspired, and protected you within the limits permitted by your path.”

Espoir lowered his gaze.

“Then you were with me even when I could not see you?”

“Much more often than you can imagine.”

Espoir looked at that world once again.

“It is enchanting. I never thought something like this could exist.”

“There exists much more than your earthly mind could ever have conceived.”

“Am I dead?”

Orthon remained silent for a moment.

“Your body is dead. You are not.”

Espoir breathed deeply, even though he no longer needed to breathe.

“And why am I here?”

“Because your journey on Earth has ended.”

“And now?”

“Now another journey begins.”

Orthon began to walk.

Espoir followed him.

“You see this dimension?” the Guide said.

“Yes.”

“It is not the highest.”

Espoir stopped.

“It isn’t?”

Orthon smiled.

“No. It is simply the one that, at this moment, corresponds most closely to what you have become.”

“So there are other dimensions?”

“Infinite.”

Espoir looked at the sky.

“Truly infinite?”

“Perhaps ‘infinite’ is still too small a word.”

The Guide raised a hand. The sky changed, and Espoir saw other worlds appearing in the distance.

Some were similar to theirs, while others were completely different.

He saw dimensions where matter seemed almost nonexistent, regions made of light and forms he could not comprehend, worlds in which souls seemed to assume different configurations, not necessarily anthropomorphic, places where consciousness appeared to manifest itself through colors, sounds, geometries, and vibrations.

“The Creator did not construct only one way of existing,” Orthon explained. “He made the Universe more varied than anyone could imagine. Every world, every dimension, every region of existence may possess different laws, forms, and levels of awareness, many of which have understood and aligned themselves with the Order of the Supreme Good.”

“And why is Earth so different?”

Orthon looked at him.

“Because Earth is a school.”

“A school?”

“One of the hardest.”

Espoir lowered his eyes.

“Now I understand.”

“On Earth, the soul is placed before conditions that continually test what it is. Freedom, pain, loss, wealth, poverty, illness, power, love, hatred, fear… everything can become a test.”

“Even suffering?”

“Yes.”

“But then does that mean that every suffering is chosen?”

Orthon slowly shook his head.

“Do not simplify something that is far more complex. Not all suffering is directly chosen by the soul, because some of it is the consequence of one’s own actions, and no suffering should ever be used as a justification for the evil committed by human beings. Real injustices, real violence, and real responsibilities exist.”

Espoir looked at him attentively.

“Then what did you mean?”

“Before the earthly experience, some souls may accept certain difficult conditions because they believe they may contribute to their own growth. But once they are born on Earth, they do not necessarily remember that choice. And it is precisely this forgetfulness that makes the test of freedom authentic.”

Espoir remained silent for a long time.

“So even my illness…”

Orthon did not answer immediately.

“Your illness was not a punishment.”

Those words seemed to release something within Espoir.

“Then why? Perhaps it was meant to elevate me more and more.”

“In your case, yes. However, not every answer is given immediately. Some encompass the entire journey of a soul, while others are connected to experiences that only a higher consciousness can understand.”

“You know everything?”

Orthon smiled.

“No.”

Espoir seemed surprised.

“You are my Guide and you do not know everything?”

“To know much does not mean to know everything. We, too, belong to a journey. There are regions of existence that even I have not crossed. There are mysteries belonging to dimensions so elevated that any understanding I might have of them would still be incomplete.”

“So you are learning too.”

“Yes.”

“That comforts me.”

Orthon laughed softly.

“Why?”

“Because on Earth I thought that knowledge meant reaching the point of knowing everything once we arrived in another dimension.”

“And instead?”

“Now I understand that true knowledge might be knowing how much we still do not know. Always continually becoming, in fieri.”

Orthon nodded.

“This is one of the first things souls learn when they begin to ascend.”

They walked on.

“But if higher beings capable of reaching higher dimensions exist, why do they not always intervene on Earth?”

Orthon became more serious.

“Because helping does not necessarily mean preventing every negative event.”

“I do not understand.”

“Imagine a soul that must make a choice. If we intervened continuously in its place, we would take away precisely what it must learn: True Freedom.”

“And yet there are people who die without ever having had a chance.”

“It is true.”

“There are children who die in wars, people who suffer from treatable diseases but have no access to treatment, entire peoples who are destroyed.”

“I know.”

“And you watch?”

Orthon looked directly into his eyes.

“We do not watch with indifference. But spiritual intervention cannot completely erase the consequences of the choices made by creatures endowed with free will.”

Espoir lowered his head.

“And when a soul is completely surrounded by darkness?”

“The Light does not cease to exist.”

“But can it reject it?”

“It can reject it for a long time. It can close itself off. It can identify itself so completely with hatred, violence, and the thirst for power that it no longer recognizes the Light when it appears before it.”

“And then is it abandoned?”

“Never permanently. But there are paths in which the soul must experience profound consequences before it can once again desire the Light.”

“Can even those souls rise again?”

“The possibility of redemption is not erased lightly.”

Espoir remained thoughtful.

“Then evil is not eternal.”

“Evil may seem eternal to those who live through it. But the Light is Perfect and Eternal.”

Suddenly, the landscape changed.

Espoir saw Earth, but not as he had seen it during his life. He saw it from above.

He saw its magnificent forests, oceans, deserts, and mountains.

Then Orthon revealed what lay behind appearances.

Espoir saw wars being prepared in rooms of power, men discussing territories, resources, oil, gold, gas, and economic interests while entire populations were reduced to numbers.

He saw corruption, governments bowing before stronger powers, secret agreements, propaganda, populations deliberately driven against other populations.

He saw racism being fueled because hatred makes it easier to govern, children growing up learning to fear someone they had never even met.

He also saw forests destroyed, rivers contaminated, lands impoverished, seas suffocating.

He saw money becoming an idol.

And above all, he saw something that deeply affected him: he saw how little was necessary to make a human being happy—namely, a home, food, a family, a little security, someone to love, an opportunity to study, and access to healthcare.

And yet millions of people were deprived even of all of this.

“Why?” Espoir asked.

Orthon did not look away.

“Because many earthly souls have confused the value of existence with possession.”

“Money?”

“Money is a ruthless instrument, which humans have transformed into an idol, into a measure of human worth.”

Espoir saw immense wealth accumulated by a few.

“And these people do not understand?”

“Very few truly understand. Others do not want to understand.”

“Why?”

“Because power can become a prison stronger than poverty.”

Espoir continued to observe.

“And ordinary people?”

“Many live inside a reality constructed for them. They chase images, status, possessions, approval. They believe that freedom consists in always having something more.”

“And instead?”

“Freedom also consists in being able to live without being slaves to what one possesses.”

Espoir smiled bitterly.

“On Earth, I had sensed that.”

“And indeed, that is one of the reasons you are here.”

Orthon then caused a different image to appear.

Espoir saw people helping one another: a doctor treating a sick person without asking anything in return, a man sharing his bread, a woman protecting a child who was not her own, a young man risking his life to save a stranger, a teacher continuing to teach despite poverty, an elderly person forgiving, a mother praying, a child smiling despite having almost nothing.

“Look.”

Espoir watched.

“Good still exists.”

“Good has never ceased to exist.”

“But then why does it seem so fragile?”

“Because evil makes noise. Good very often works in silence, without needing to boast.”

Espoir was moved.

“And me?”

“You chose Good many times when no one forced you to do so.”

“I did not feel special.”

“You did not need to.”

“And this brought me here?”

“Your deeds, your knowledge of Good, the Virtues you sought to practice, the resilience with which you endured suffering… all of this contributed to your evolution.”

Orthon pointed toward the dimension in which they stood.

“Your consciousness could not have remained in a dimension dominated exclusively by lower impulses. You would have continued to suffer because you were no longer in harmony with it.”

Espoir looked at the landscape again.

“So Paradise is not a reward.”

Orthon smiled.

“It is a consequence.”

“Of what?”

“Of what you have become.”

“And now I will ascend further?”

“If you continue to grow.”

“And when will it end?”

Orthon looked at the sky.

“I do not know.”

“You do not know?”

“None of us knows the entire journey.”

“Not even those who are far more elevated than you?”

“Perhaps they know what remains hidden from us. But even they are part of something infinitely greater.”

“And the Creator?”

Orthon smiled.

“The Creator is not simply a peak to reach, as one reaches the summit of a mountain.”

“Then Who is He?”

“A Reality that the more you know, the more you understand that you cannot completely contain.”

Espoir remained silent.

“So does the soul ascend forever?”

“Perhaps it ascends, perhaps it transforms, perhaps it enters forms of existence for which you do not even possess the words to describe today. The journey of the soul and spirit is a progressive mystery.”

“And what must I do now?”

Orthon extended his hand toward him once again.

“Learn.”

“Again?”

“Always.”

Espoir smiled.

“Then death was not the end of a journey.”

“No.”

Espoir clasped Orthon’s hand, and Earth appeared very far away, beautiful yet wounded. A planet capable of producing some of the worst atrocities and, at the same time, some of the most sublime acts.

Espoir looked at it with a new awareness.

“Orthon.”

“Yes?”

“Will I be able to return one day?”

The Guide smiled.

“If your spirit reaches the necessary strength, you will be able to descend.”

“To help?”

“To help. Unless the planet soon evolves toward a higher dimension. Many have spoken, and continue to speak, of a New Golden Age.”

“Let us hope it happens as soon as possible. And can I return even to the lower dimensions?”

“It depends on whether your soul and spirit are capable of enduring them. It depends on the dimensions and their degree of evolution.”

“Without being afraid?”

“Fear will never be able to dwell within you again.”

Espoir turned toward him.

Orthon smiled.

“Espoir, on Earth, courage means above all choosing the Light even when the darkness seems greater.”

The young man remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he smiled.

“Anyway, I want to learn.”

Orthon began to walk.

“You will.”

The two slowly disappeared along the luminous path, while behind them the paradisiacal world continued to live in perfect harmony.

Much farther away, beyond that dimension, beyond those Espoir would come to know, and beyond those that Orthon himself had not yet crossed, the Universe continued to unfold.

Dimension after dimension, mystery after mystery, Light upon Light.

Meanwhile, somewhere, beyond all understanding, the Creator continued to contemplate the journey of His creatures, allowing every soul, every spirit, to follow its own path toward that perfection which no one, not even the most elevated beings, could yet completely comprehend.

Because perhaps Eternity does not consist in arriving, but in continuing to become.

Java and Sicily: two islands, one soul

 

Andrea and Irwan are two friends who met in Indonesia, specifically in the western part of Java, and both of their names reflect their nobility of spirit and their courage. However, Andrea is a young Italian recent graduate originally from Sicily, an island in the Mediterranean, who decides to venture into other countries far from his homeland, now weary of the excessive worldliness and the moral decadence typical of many “Western countries,” which for decades have begun to distort even Sicilian youth.

Yet Sicily in the past has always been a crossroads of cultures that produced a grand fusion of architectural, linguistic, genetic, and culinary elements.

On the splendid island of Java, he began his work and volunteer activities, rediscovering himself in serving others and in creating deep connections with the local people, especially with the Sundanese ethnic group, to which Irwan belongs. Andrea meets him during an excursion to Cukang Taneuh, a marvellous canyon, characterised by emerald-coloured waters and dense tropical vegetation.

Over time the two come to know each other better, and Irwan, who is in love with Italy, learns through Andrea several things about the beautiful island, which he then decides to visit together with his Sicilian friend.

One late-summer afternoon the two friends find themselves on one of the beaches of southern Sicily and, while waiting for the sunset and the contemplation of the stars, they begin to retrace their adventures on these two splendid islands.

“Andrea, I never imagined that the Mediterranean held such a wonderful jewel! You know, I have always loved traveling, but it is not easy for us… Obtaining a visa is something difficult and very restrictive.”

“Irwan, you are right, and I would add that there should not be differences between nations. There are no first-class or second-class countries, none better than others, because our diversity is what makes us special. Yet it is within this diversity that we must find Unity, the feeling of being like a Great Universal Family, with equal opportunities, dignity, and an inner, spiritual aspect, if we wish to understand it that way. I am sure that a day will come when we will be able to travel without restrictions, not only here on Earth but even toward other worlds… I almost have the impression that we are confined to this planet as some of the worst beings in the Universe… Who would wage war against his own brother or sister for a piece of land, for natural resources, for money or, worse, out of hatred? But that Golden Age will come, and then we will be happy again, living in Love, Peace, and Justice.”

“I would not want to delude myself too much, because this Earth actually has so many wonders that we often fail to realise it. In fact, we are destroying all the beauties of creation and the works of past civilisations. I would never have imagined visiting Sicily, and with you I have been able to discover wonderful places.”

“You are right, we must give value to the precious things we have before it is too late, before we lose them forever because of our destructive madness. Anyway, tell me what you liked the most! I am truly curious!”

“The Greco-Roman culture that has left an indelible mark on this island. The Ancient-Greek temples of Agrigento, the Ancient-Greek theatres of Taormina, Catania, and Syracuse, the Roman Villa del Casale in Piazza Armerina, the Roman baths of Catania…”

“Truly wonderful, and you know how much I love classical Greco-Roman culture! You just reminded me of the splendid temples of Borobudur and Prambanan in magnificent Java! You see, both of our islands are characterised by a blending of elements from various cultures, religions, and civilisations…”

“And not to mention Mount Etna, immense and majestic, rising almost like the king of this island. I cannot imagine how beautiful it must be to see it in winter covered in snow. Then Stromboli, Vulcano and the other Aeolian islets, then the Egadi Islands, Pantelleria… what a marvel!”

“In fact, Java also boasts several volcanoes that I have had the chance to see and from which I could observe breathtaking landscapes: Bromo and Semeru, for example! Even this volcanic aspect, let’s call it that, brings us together hahaha.”

“Hahaha, that’s true! I had not thought of that! In our diversity and in our spatial and temporal distance we can still find elements in common! And then there are our beautiful beaches, like the one we are on now. Rediscovering nature is something many people have lost, immersed in the worries and anxieties of everyday life, emptied of their deepest feelings, often devoted to exhausting work and very little to personal affections and to their own souls…”

“You are right, Irwan, and that is why I wanted to escape from that chaotic environment, even though I missed my beloved homeland. Now I am here, but soon we will leave again and I already know that I will miss it. Every place that I associate with my youth takes me back and makes me relive intense emotions. Not that I do not feel them in wonderful Java, but it is somewhat the destiny of the human being: a wandering traveler who seeks to rediscover himself first of all, almost driven by a sense of dissatisfaction. Even more so in these recent times, so tumultuous and decadent, in which most people here tend to be superficial and lacking in empathy.”

“Andrea, it is true, and even true and virtuous friendships are difficult to find nowadays… I feel so fortunate to have met you, to have a few best friends but loyal ones.”

“Virtuous—you said it well! You reminded me of Cicero and his work dedicated to the theme of friendship. His words echo in my heart, especially when I find sincere and deep friendships. For this great philosopher, true friendship is born from Virtue; it is a natural good, it never asks for unjust actions, and it is based on loyalty and mutual esteem. May ours last forever, even beyond this earthly dimension. As the saying goes, he who finds a friend finds a treasure.”

“True, what a beautiful expression! I hope so too. Thank you for not having prejudices about me.”

“Irwan, I love to look into hearts, into the soul, through actions, the way one behaves, words, and much more! You and your wonderful Indonesian people have an extraordinary depth of spirit: you are respectful, loving, wise, and welcoming. I truly feel at home with you, at ease. I already know that I will miss this experience when I will probably have to go elsewhere in the world.”

“You Sicilians are also very empathetic and friendly! And imagine if we could move around more easily and quickly… it would be wonderful, Andrea!”

“It will happen, I feel it…”

“I hope… Anyway, what a wonderful sunset! I will carry beautiful memories of this journey, besides the kilos I gained here thanks to your delicious Sicilian and Italian cuisine hahaha.”

“Hahaha, you are right. Other friends who visited Sicily told me the same thing. But do not worry, we will try to recreate something once we are back in Java. Besides, your cuisine is also truly delicious. Rice is present in both: between nasi goreng and arancini, hahaha.”

“Hahaha, true, you are right. They are delicious! Actually, speaking of that, we should start thinking about what to prepare for dinner tonight—but in the meantime let us begin to admire the first stars that are appearing.”

The two friends continued spending time on that beach, contemplating the sky and the stars and enjoying their outer and inner peace.

Both journeys and the discoveries of their respective islands were a source of cultural and spiritual enrichment, because what truly characterises all those souls that vibrate on the same wavelength is the creation of connections, of deep unions that transcend space and time, that bring forth Peace, Equality, Love, Justice, and Righteousness. It does not matter how few such cases may seem, because the Universal Order will sooner or later manifest itself on this Earth as well, and then there will be no more inequalities, chaos, hatred, wars, destruction, or vice.

The Light of the Fergana Valley

The Fergana Valley is a paradisiacal and flourishing region where flora, fauna, and human beings have always established a deep connection. It was a Golden Age that, unfortunately, slowly began to fade over time, until the difficult days when the tyrant Qorong'i attempted to besiege this splendid land, trying to transform it into a realm of terror, destruction, exploitation, and servitude.

The people of Fergana, a people ancestrally free, are now held under siege and constant threat. Unfortunately, the evil nature of this character was not evident at first. He presented himself as a savior, cloaking his true diabolical purpose under deceptive promises. In his expansionist ambitions, he always justified his conquests as necessary acts meant to bring progress, development, order, peace, and justice.

However, a group of young friends occasionally tries to escape the oppression of the wicked Qorong'i, retreating to a cabin in the forest to spend time together, devoting themselves above all to what the despot had forbidden: reading books, meditating, praying, and practicing other arts such as painting, writing, and music.

“Sardor, my friend, here you are! We were waiting for you!” says Jasur.

“Nurlan, Jasur, Zarina, and Meerim, please forgive me. Unfortunately, I had a setback… Qorong'i’s guards stopped me and asked several questions about where I was going and what I was doing.”

“This situation is truly unbearable. How long will we go on like this? We were born as a free, virtuous, respectful, and creative people, but at this rate we are emptying ourselves of what is truly precious: our soul, our spirit, our values, our virtues.”

“Zarina, you are absolutely right. Yet many seem intimidated, while others remain lukewarm because this destructive progress suits them: a world where everything is contaminated and polluted, where a false peace is guided by warnings of war, genocides, and devastating weapons. Behind the real interests of Qorong'i and others like him there is no desire for Peace, Freedom, Justice, Love, and Virtue, but only cravings for power, territorial expansion, and the conquest of resources that, moreover, poison the very earth itself. And the most serious thing is that, in order to strengthen surveillance over each of us, he would like to deprive us of the deepest freedom he still does not possess: that of our soul and our mind, the freedom to make choices. He wants to control every individual through microchips. And that would mean that even these meetings would no longer be possible… and that it would truly be like living in hell on this Earth.”

“No, please, Nurlan, that would be terrible! At the mere thought of it I could not even bear to continue living here!” adds Meerim.

“We must then awaken consciences, because our compatriots do not truly know the real consequences of this tyranny! He has attacked other peoples by presenting himself as a savior sent from heaven, but he has done nothing but follow a program based on a false order, a false well-being, and a false peace. If a territory is rich in gems and gold, he might claim that certain ethnic groups must be freed from the chains of ignorance; if another is rich in oil and natural gas, then their leaders suddenly become agents of evil and must be eradicated. It is always the same red thread that connects his misdeeds. But the most serious thing is that the rest of the peoples allow it! They seem asleep, blinded, deaf and blind, or lukewarm, or even worse, satisfied with this diabolical progress that aims at destruction rather than respect for life and virtues.”

“It is true, Zarina, I agree with you. But, my dear friends, we must ensure that we fight with our victorious weapons—weapons that shed no blood but spread Truth, Justice, Peace, Love, and other Virtues: the use of wisdom, writing, and the arts. We must denounce, at first subtly and in a silent and disguised way. The more souls become conscious, the more we will be able to create unions of hearts, deep connections, as if we were one single being, to drive tyranny and darkness away from our wonderful Valley,” says Jasur.

“How much pain I feel, my friends, when I see our Valley increasingly contaminated by waste, dangerous substances, and radioactive materials used above all for his diabolical weapons. All the fruits that the land and water once offered are now polluted, or even diminished, if not completely absent. Because of the destructive form of modernism promoted by Qorong'i and his companions continuing to advance, we will have fewer and fewer resources to live on, and we will soon be destined for self-annihilation.”

“Meerim, and you my other dear friends, we cannot allow this, because this Earth is a gentle concession from our Creator. We cannot remain indifferent. Actions are important, especially when they put our ideals into practice. For this reason, I would begin to seek peaceful solutions that can shake consciences and souls. In a world filled with dense darkness, we can be those small flames that, by joining and spreading, can create an immensely powerful Light!” adds Nurlan.

“Antigone, heroine of Sophocles’ famous tragedy, said that ‘we are born to share love, not hatred.’ And that is why our actions will be guided by noble values, to restore our Valley of Fergana to the splendor it once had, when the meadows were in bloom, the earth spontaneously produced everything we needed, and the waters of the streams were crystal clear and wholesome.”

“Dear Meerim,” Zarina intervenes, “I would also add what Sappho wrote in one of her poems: ‘Some say that the most beautiful thing on the dark earth is an army of horsemen, others of infantry, others of ships; I say: it is whatever one loves.’ And what we love is the desire for Peace, Truth, Freedom, Love, and Justice.”

“Well said, Zarina. Then let us try to denounce, spread the hidden truths, and awaken our other compatriots, our brothers and sisters. ‘It is not that we have little time, but that we waste much of it,’ as Seneca would say. Time is precious, and every single moment can be crucial, not only through our prayers or inner virtues, but also through good actions. Imagine how much remorse we would feel one day when we leave this earthly dimension if we had wasted much of our time on futile or even destructive things. Virtue calls us, because without it nature, flora, fauna, and all human beings would suffer… ‘Do not act as if you were going to live ten thousand years. Necessity hangs over you. While you live, while it is in your power, be virtuous,’ Marcus Aurelius would say,” says Sardor.

Small actions, driven by noble intentions, gradually began to awaken consciences and create new connections, new unions of hearts. And it is known: where Love, Peace, and Justice reign, there is no place for hatred, chaos, or agents of evil like Qorong'i.

The Fergana Valley and its inhabitants will soon find themselves reliving the wonderful Golden Age, for the defeat of evil is imminent.

A love between two wars

In the southern part of the Gaza Strip there is a camp for refugees and volunteers, where many orphaned children and other civilians left disabled by the ongoing genocide find, for an uncertain time, a fragile refuge—a semblance of safety. After all, it is well known: in Gaza no place is ever truly safe, and poor Palestinians live constantly aware that they will hardly be able to have a stable home, at least for now. This has been the case for many, many years.

In this camp works a 22-year-old Palestinian girl named Ayah. A name her mother gave her because, after years of hardships and suffering—caused above all by the violence and oppression that mark that land—her birth represented hope, a gift. Ayah carries out her service with zeal and burning love, assisting those in need together with other volunteers, some of whom come from abroad.

It is here that she meets Mohammed, a 25-year-old Sudanese man. Forced to flee Sudan because of the war and the ongoing genocide, he crossed kilometers of desert and inhospitable lands before reaching the southern part of the Strip, even before Ayah’s arrival. Mohammed has lost everything, especially his family. With nothing left to lose, he pushed himself to that place, unaware that he would once again find himself caught up in another war—if one can even call it that. Perhaps, once again, it would be more accurate to call it genocide.

Working side by side, the two form a strong friendship that, over the months, slowly evolves into something deeper: a pure, silent love, made of respect, glances, and simple gestures.

One day Mohammed decides to head toward the beach to admire a sunset that appears magnificent, coloring the sky in shades of pink and purple.

“This Mediterranean beach is truly stunning,” he thinks to himself.
“It reminds me so much of the afternoons spent along the riverbanks, with my closest friends or with my family, contemplating the landscape. If only Allah would allow me to relive, even for just a few minutes, those sweet and light-hearted moments with the people I love…”

Meanwhile, Ayah notices him from afar and approaches, eager to exchange a few words, sensing how absorbed he is in his thoughts.

“Ayah, you’re here?! Please, sit down,” he says, turning toward her.

“Mohammed, I’m sorry to disturb you. I know how important it is for you to carve out moments of silence and reflection.”

“No, really, don’t worry. I’m glad you’re here, you know that,” he replies.

“This sunset is particularly beautiful, with these colors… It’s a pity it’s destined to last only a short time. It’s fleeting, like moments of joy on this Earth, so afflicted by wars, genocides, poverty, and every kind of evil.”

“You’re right, Mohammed,” Ayah replies. “But it is thanks to the resilience that Allah instills in us that we can continue to fight—with the power of love, service, hope, and complete trust in Him. We are here in this camp and, despite past suffering, it is by helping others unconditionally that we find the strength to go on living. Giving ourselves for those who are worse off than us, receiving a smile, a word of comfort… it is these small gestures that elevate our souls.”

“Yes… and you know, I have lost my entire family,” Mohammed says, his voice veiled. “Some were victims of the war, others fled who knows where. May Allah welcome the former and guide and protect the latter.”

“And that is why I feel such deep admiration for you,” Ayah replies.
“Despite everything you have lived through and are still living in this foreign land, your golden heart drives you not to give up and to take care of those children left without parents and of all those wounded in body and soul.”

“Your heart says so much about you as well, Ayah,” Mohammed adds, gently taking her hand.
“I see it in your actions, in your dedication, in your honey-colored eyes… And yet I wonder if one day we will be able to build our lives elsewhere. I would love to continue studying medicine. In Sudan I couldn’t—I had to flee… otherwise I could be even more useful.”

“Don’t say that, Mohammed. What you do has immense value, and Allah knows it. He scrutinizes every one of our actions and knows the good that each person does. Who knows—perhaps one day we will travel to another part of the world… it would be wonderful.”

“That would be truly beautiful. I would love to see snow; I’ve never seen it.”

“We could go to places with snowy landscapes, like Kyrgyzstan, Uzbekistan, Tajikistan…”

“I don’t know them, but I’d love to discover them. Those mountains, those green meadows…”

“And then Indonesia,” Ayah adds with a smile. “An enchanting place. For now, we can only travel with our minds, my dear Mohammed. If only dreams could take shape…”

“In part, they can,” he replies.
“We can be the architects of our destiny and of that of others, through our ideas and our choices. Even the smallest actions, if driven by pure intention, are dear to Allah, and it is He who strengthens and multiplies them.”

“You’re so right. A lot!” Ayah says, gazing at the sky. “Like these wonderful stars.”

“Another sublime creation,” Mohammed murmurs.
“I like to imagine that my loved ones who have left this Earth are now up there—shining stars that guide and protect us. It is this thought that helps me rise above and hope to become like them, if Allah wills it.”

Tears begin to fall down Mohammed’s face. He tries to wipe them away quickly, turning aside.

“My dear Mohammed, do not feel ashamed,” Ayah says gently.
“Being a true man does not mean hiding one’s sensitivity or not crying. It is precisely this depth, along with your courage and your pure heart, that has bound me to you.”

“Ayah, my dear, thank you for your sweet words. I haven’t felt such deep love in a long time—since I was deprived of everything. I know I receive much from this camp, but what I feel for you and with you is not the same. It is something special, something pure.”

“It is feeling loved and respected, being on the same wavelength,” she replies.
“And even though I am poor, afflicted in my soul and full of hope, I feel lucky and rich within. We carry treasures inside us that we will take with us even after this earthly experience. Money, power, fame, and all that is external will be left behind here.”

“Wise words,” Mohammed says.
“In any case, Ayah, what will we do if the army reaches this place? I’ve been thinking about this lately as well. You should flee before that happens.”

“I don’t want to leave you, I don’t want to abandon this community,” Ayah replies.
“We are a family, and we have taken this mission to heart, because that very Unconditional Love—which drives us to give without expecting anything in return—connects us, connects our hearts, our souls, our spirits. Allah will enlighten us; He will show us the way. For now, let us enjoy this beautiful starry sky, as long as we have the chance to contemplate the beauty of Allah’s creation.”

Having said this, they both remained silent for a while, admiring those infinite lights. They did not know what their destiny would be, nor whether some delegate of goodwill would bring True Peace to their tormented lands, with Justice and Righteousness. Yet they were certain that every second lived in service, love, hope, and faith placed in Allah are precious gifts—for all eternity.

 (10/01/2026)

The Quiet Wealth of Being

How lucky we are when we learn to see what truly matters. Many of us measure life by labels and momentary pleasures: the right coat, the perfect trip, a seat at an exclusive table. When those things are missing, the complaint is quick and loud. Yet another person—less loud, perhaps—gives thanks for a glass of water, a warm meal, the steady roof above their head, the touch of a friend who cares. These are not small things. They are the scaffolding of a life.

Happiness is relative because our lives are lived here on earth, in time and place, in bodies that need rest and breath. But there is a kind of absolute joy that reaches beyond condition and commodity—call it the Creator’s peace, call it God, call it the deep calm some people find inside. That deeper joy does not depend on fashion, account balances, or applause. It rests in a heart that notices and honors what is simple, true, and sustaining.

Imagine if we taught our eyes to seek beauty not in excess or harm, but in virtue and care. Imagine if the most admired qualities were not wealth and show, but honesty, wisdom, compassion, and humility. Think of how different our choices would be when the beautiful becomes the good. A face grown kind with age, the steady patience of a teacher, the righteous and peaceful governor, the soulful suffering of those who are in need, a landscape that takes our breath and quiets our rush etc.

The everyday gifts are easy to overlook. Water for drinking and washing, food to share, a street that is safe at night—these are miracles when we travel a little and see how many lack them. We are fortunate if our homes are not battlefields, if our days are not shaped by fear. When we live in such a place, gratitude can be a daily discipline. Gratitude trains us to notice, and noticing changes the heart. The small act of saying “thank you” softens the sharpness of complaint and opens us to wonder.

Gratitude becomes courage when it leads us to act. To feel blessed and do nothing is a kind of theft. If we treasure the quiet gifts of life, we owe it to others to widen those gifts’ reach. That work need not be grand to be real. It begins with small, steady acts: sharing what we can, listening when someone needs to speak, refusing gossip that wounds, voting for common good, teaching children to protect what is fragile. One generous hand can set an example; many gentle hands can change a town, a country, a world.

Unity is another kind of beauty. We do not all share the same ethnic group, language, or belief. That difference may frighten or divide us—but it also expands what is possible. When people of different backgrounds gather around shared ideals—fairness, learning, mercy, stewardship—we discover that distinction is not contradiction. It can be a bridge. A world that values the soul’s depth over surface sameness will find ways to listen, to build, and to forgive. This harmony may feel like an impossible dream, but every real change begins as someone’s choice to see beyond immediate comfort.

Our era tempts us toward quick satisfaction and hollow distinction. The lure of brands, the rush of always wanting more, the conversation that centers on what we do not have—these are powerful. Yet they are also fragile. Possessions decay; praise fades. Character quietly endures. To cultivate a life of meaning, we must practice seeing with different eyes. We must teach ourselves to find beauty in honesty, to praise restraint, to celebrate a spirit that seeks Truth over triumph. When beauty and goodness become inseparable, they guide our acts and shape our communities.

Change is a slow miracle. It does not require perfect people—only people willing to grow. Start where you are: choose gratitude this morning for a small thing, then another. Speak gently to someone who feels unseen. Protect what you can: a tree, a neighbor’s safety, a child’s chance to learn. Learn to listen before arguing. Let your work reflect care, not merely profit. These may seem like ordinary choices, but they add up. They teach others how to live.

If we all shifted our view, if we learned to admire virtuous hearts, to protect fragile beauties, to join hands across difference,then the world would not need grand slogans or impossible guarantees to become better. It would become better because ordinary people chose, repeatedly, to be kind, brave, and wise. That is how utopia begins: not as a finished plan, but as a thousand small decisions to value what lasts.

The quiet wealth of being is a house we can build, brick by patient brick. It asks for less show and more presence, less wanting and more giving, less fear and more trust. To change perspective is to change action. To change action is to change the world. If we truly want a life that matters, let us begin by noticing the gifts we already hold, and then using them to open the hands of others.

Union of Hearts

 

Dear brothers and sisters,

What we are witnessing today — the planned wars, the planned genocides, the viral spread of hatred and destruction — from Sudan to Palestine and beyond, is something dreadful, diabolical. It is the reflection of humanity when it forgets its divine origin, when love is replaced by greed, hatred, and vice.

We do reject all forms of hatred, war, and violence. We do reject destruction, corruption, pollution, the poisoning of body, soul and spirit, false peace, and every illusion that distances us from Truth. We are — and must remember ourselves to be — a Union of hearts, all contained within the One, all interconnected as if we were a single Being of Pure Peace, Pure Love, Pure Justice, Pure Righteousness, Pure Truth, Pure Freedom, and Pure Virtue.

We are the radiant reflection of our Creator, and to Him we aspire. We are here not by chance but by mission — to serve, to heal, to uplift, and to love.

In fact, Plato once wrote in The Republic that the true ruler must be a philosopher, a lover of wisdom, one who governs not for money, fame, or power, but in humble service to the whole, as our Creator teaches us. The ruler should be the servant of all, not the master. Yet today, too often, we see the opposite: leaders guided by the shadows of greed, ambition, and pride. They build empires of suffering upon the ruins of innocence. This is not the expression of the Creator. This is the echo of the fallen self, the triumph of the “I” over the “We.”

Let us, then, seek a new way — not of dominion, but of communion. Let us return to the heart, to the awareness that each of us is a spark of the Divine Light, a note in the eternal melody of Creation. When hearts unite, when souls merge in Harmony, they form the sweetest of songs — the Song of Heaven, where individuality does not vanish but is fulfilled in Love’s perfect unity.

Let us speak less of “I” and more of “We.” Let our hearts, minds and actions become instruments of Light. Let compassion become our language, justice our song, and peace our shared destiny.

So, when the hearts of humanity beat together, they become one great Heart — the Heart of God — pulsating through the universe, restoring balance, and guiding us home to the Source from which we all came.

We are One. We are Love. We are a Union of Hearts.

(30/10/2025)

The Hidden Heart of Our Earth

“Watch for the Day when the earth will be changed into a different earth and the heavens as well, and all will appear before Allah—the One, the Supreme.” (Qur’an 14:48)

“Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth. The former heaven and the former earth had passed away, and the sea was no more.” (Rv 21, 1)

The question of what lies beneath the Earth’s surface has involved our human imagination for millennia. Ancient traditions across cultures imagined subterranean realms inhabited by gods, spirits, or mythical civilisations. The Greeks and Romans spoke of Hades, Hindu cosmology described Patala, early Christians placed Hell beneath the ground, and Buddhism referred to Shamballa as a hidden inner world. These stories provided symbolic and moral frameworks, but they also shaped later speculations that attempted to explain the planet’s physical structure.

By the seventeenth century, such speculations began to take scientific form. As a matter of fact, the English astronomer Edmond Halley proposed in 1692 that Earth might consist of concentric hollow shells with luminous atmospheres inside. He even suggested that these inner spaces could account for phenomena like the Aurora Borealis. Although his hypothesis was quickly challenged, it inspired further discussion. Later, in the eighteenth century, experiments such as the Schiehallion project demonstrated that Earth’s mean density was far too high for a hollow model, confirming that the planet’s mass is concentrated in its interior. These early falsifications illustrate how science progresses: bold conjectures are welcomed, but they must withstand rigorous testing.

Despite being scientifically refuted, the Hollow Earth idea never disappeared. In the nineteenth century, figures like John Symmes revived it, arguing that vast inner worlds existed, accessible through openings at the poles. Symmes promoted his vision of a lush inner Earth to the public, gaining attention but little acceptance in the scientific community. Literature embraced the theme, however, with works such as Jules Verne’s Journey to the Center of the Earth and Edgar Rice Burroughs’ Pellucidar offering vivid adventures in imagined subterranean landscapes. Fiction allowed the idea to survive where science had moved on.

In modern times, Hollow Earth narratives appear in alternative science and metaphysical writings. The Italian astrophysicist and geophysicist Giuliana Conforto, for example, advances a highly original interpretation centered on the presence of a vast crystalline structure at the Earth’s core. According to her view, this crystal has a radius of approximately 1,200 kilometers and lies around 5,000 kilometers beneath our feet. It is not passive matter but a dynamic entity, exhibiting an unusual autonomy from known physical laws. Conforto suggests that this immense crystal is responsible for generating Earth’s magnetosphere, which she describes as shaped like an apple enveloping the planet. On the surface, its influence can allegedly be observed in phenomena such as the South Atlantic Anomaly, an area of weakened geomagnetic field that she interprets as a probable epicenter of an impending reversal of Earth’s magnetosphere—an event unprecedented in recorded human history. Rather than framing this as an apocalyptic catastrophe, Conforto interprets it as a “Revelation,” a call to reconsider our entire understanding of reality.

The crystal, in her description, does not emit light but sound. At its center lies an even smaller and denser “heart” with a radius of about 400 kilometers, rotating westward in the opposite direction of the larger crystal, which rotates eastward. Seismographic observations of earthquake wave propagation have revealed complex dynamics in Earth’s inner core, and Conforto interprets these as evidence of a dual rotation—both clockwise and counterclockwise—within the planetary heart. She sees this as a self-sustaining source of energy, a “prime mover” that requires neither combustion nor fuel. For her, this discovery is not just a matter of geophysics but a profound revelation: a demonstration that energy and time have no ultimate limits.

Conforto extends this principle of dual rotation beyond geophysics, suggesting that it is mirrored in the atomic and cellular structures of living beings. At this level, she proposes a link with the “weak nuclear force” of modern physics, specifically the phenomenon of the neutral weak current. While conventionally treated as one of the four fundamental forces of nature, Conforto interprets it as the “true light” mentioned in sacred texts—a form of energy that is not visible but can be sensed as consciousness, emotion, and the unity of all life. This weak force, mediated by massive Z bosons, is in her view not weak at all but a transformative and accelerating energy. It could, she suggests, influence organic molecules, expand life, overcome fear, and foster communion between beings.

In this framework, the “true sun” is not the star in the sky but the great crystal at Earth’s center. Every crystal, she notes, emits sound quanta known as phonons, and this immense inner crystal produces what she describes as a “great opera,” a cosmic music whose parameters—such as speed and inclination—are now shifting. This change, she argues, signals a transition from an old era dominated by fear, division, and the illusion of electromagnetic appearances, to a New Era characterised by expansion, unity, and a recognition of deeper truths. For Conforto, the growth of the weak field and the decline of the electromagnetic field are emblematic of this epochal shift.

While Conforto’s ideas diverge sharply from mainstream science, they highlight the symbolic power of Hollow Earth narratives to capture questions that transcend physical geology. They address not only what lies at the center of the planet, but also what energises life, how consciousness interacts with matter, and how humanity interprets change on a planetary scale.

However, according to mainstream geophysics, there is another antithetical explanation of Earth’s structure. Seismology reveals a solid inner core, a liquid outer core, and a mantle of dense rock above them. Earth’s magnetic field is explained by the geodynamo: convective currents of molten iron in the outer core that generate magnetic fields consistent with both theoretical models and observational data. Satellite gravimetry, seismic tomography, and laboratory mineral physics all converge to support this layered model.

In conclusion, if we consider the vision of Giuliana Conforto and other scientists, philosophers, and  writers who imagine a kind of Hollow Earth with an inner sun, together with the possibility suggested by some authors that life might exist within it, then the connection with sacred scriptures becomes even more striking. Many traditions, from the Bible to the Qur’an, speak of a future transformation—a New Earth and New Heavens. If such hidden worlds or civilisations have always existed in harmony with Justice, Peace, and Love, their re-emergence could serve as a model for humanity. It would not only be a spiritual turning point, but also a transformation on many levels: physical, biological, chemical, geological, and even astronomical. In this sense, the Hollow Earth narrative can be read not just as a myth or a metaphor, but as a profound call to imagine a new epoch for humankind and for the planet itself.

 

References:

Giuliana Conforto, Il Sole nel cuore della Terra. https://www.giulianaconforto.it/post/1279

Katie Cutforth, “Hollow Earth Theory,” Mensa UK. https://mensa.org.uk/hollow-earth-theory/

Joel Frohlich, “How the Hollow Earth hypothesis illuminates falsifiable science,” Aeon. https://aeon.co/essays/how-the-hollow-earth-hypothesis-illuminates-falsifiable-science

 

The Allegory of the Cave and the Illusion of Control

Plato’s Allegory of the Cave (Rep VII, 514-518) describes human beings chained in darkness, unable to turn their heads, watching only shadows on the wall and mistaking them for reality. When one prisoner is freed, he first struggles to see, his eyes blinded by the sudden Light, but slowly he realises that what he once believed to be true was only an illusion. As he rises out of the cave, he discovers a brighter and deeper reality, until finally he gazes at the Sun, the source of Light and Truth. Yet when he returns to the cave, his companions laugh at him, accuse him of blindness, and reject his words. They prefer the familiarity of the shadows to the challenge of a new reality. This ancient story reflects not only the journey of knowledge and education, but also the painful responsibility of those who discover the Truth: to share it, even at the cost of ridicule or persecution.

If we consider our modern world, we can see many parallels with this allegory. The shadows on the cave wall have taken new forms: media narratives, technological distractions, and systems of control that manipulate perception. People often accept these images without questioning, believing them to be the full picture of reality. Just as the prisoners were chained by ignorance, so too are many today bound by consumerism, materialism, and distorted ideologies. Technology, while useful, is also used to monitor and control, creating virtual realities that keep us disconnected from what is Genuine and True. The more we depend on these illusions, the harder it becomes to rise above them and see with clarity.

Moreover, powerful systems deliberately use deception to maintain control. Lies are repeated until they become accepted as truth, while Genuine Truth is silenced, attacked, or ridiculed. We see smear campaigns, censorship, and manipulation of opinion used as weapons, just as the freed man in the cave was mocked by his companions. Many people, without realising it, embrace the comfort of lies rather than face the difficulty of searching for Truth. This form of control is subtle but devastating, since it weakens not only the mind but also the soul and the spirit, leading individuals away from what is Real and Noble.

The Allegory of the Cave also teaches us that the journey toward Truth is not immediate. At first, Light is painful, confusing, and overwhelming, but gradually vision improves. In the same way, when we begin to question official narratives or search beyond surface appearances, we may feel uncertain or even fearful. Yet perseverance leads us step by step from illusion to reality. This process requires patience, critical thinking, and above all courage, as the path to Truth is not only intellectual but also moral. It is the willingness to resist the temptation of comfort, to endure misunderstanding, and to embrace responsibility.

In addition, the allegory reminds us of the duty of those who have seen the Light. True philosophers, or simply those who have awakened to Truth, cannot remain in isolation, enjoying knowledge only for themselves. They must return to the cave, to society, and help others to rise. This is difficult, because people often resist and reject what threatens their comfortable illusions. Yet if no one returns, if no one speaks, the cave will remain filled with shadows, and humanity will remain enslaved by lies.

Therefore, our task is clear. We must not remain chained to appearances, nor allow ourselves to be seduced by false promises of happiness and control. We must question, discern, and seek reality with courage and clarity. We must resist the systems that manipulate, deceive, and weaken, and instead reclaim our dignity, our freedom, and our humanity. Just as Plato’s freed prisoner preferred suffering in the Light to comfort in the shadows, so too must we prefer Truth, however demanding, to lies, however pleasing. Only by walking together out of the cave of deception and into the Light of reality can we build a just, free, and harmonious community. The journey is difficult, but the reward is immense: the vision of Truth, the beauty of Justice, and the strength to share them for the Good of all. Let us rise, therefore, and choose the Light.

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References:

https://classics.mit.edu/Plato/republic.8.vii.html

https://www.platonicfoundation.org/translation/republic/republic-book-7/

In search of a glimpse of Peace

Human beings have reached stunning levels of progress in science, technology, and material comfort. However, when we look at the world, we still see wars, genocides, hatred, and greed. It seems that this humanity has not yet understood one of the most basic truths: each human life is sacred, unique, and irreplaceable. To kill a brother or a sister for land, power, money, or ideology is to deny the deeper reality of existence, that is to say that behind every body, there is a soul and a spirit with a Divine Purpose.

Moreover, too often, we measure success by wealth, status, and possessions, although we do not understand that all of these vanish in time. What remains is what we become through Love, Humility, Virtue, and Courage. In fact, our Earth is a hard school, a testing ground for our souls and spirits. Here, through difficulties and struggles, we are meant to grow, to refine our souls and spirits, and to prepare for higher realities. Without challenges, Virtues cannot bloom, without suffering, Joy loses its depth and without obstacles, there is no true progress of the soul and the spirit. This humankind, obscured and blinded by materialism, often forgets this. We build towers of wealth and weapons of destruction, but we neglect the invisible architecture of what there is inside of us. We strive to conquer planets and invent machines that mimic human thought, but we fail to annihilate our hatred, greed, envy, and other sins. What use is progress if it leads to self-destruction?

After all, when we look at the conflicts around us — in Palestine, in Syria, in Sudan, in Ukraine, among the Rohingya, and in many other places — we see how far our humanity still is from understanding the sacredness of life. Each life lost is not only a tragedy for the families left behind, but also a stolen opportunity for that soul-spirit to live, learn, and rise. In fact, wars destroy more than buildings, destroy the lessons and the experiences meant to elevate us. Besides, genocides and mass killings strip humanity of its dignity, are wounds in the spiritual history of mankind, wounds that cannot be healed by time alone but by remembrance, repentance, and transformation.

Nevertheless, history itself is a heavy witness. We cannot forget the Holocaust, where millions of Jews, along with Roma, disabled people, and others, were exterminated in a mechanised system of hatred. It was not only a crime against a people, but a crime against humankind’s spirit. We cannot forget Rwanda, where neighbor turned against neighbor in a frenzy of violence, revealing how fragile human bonds can become when poisoned by propaganda and fear. We cannot forget Cambodia under the Khmer Rouge, where intellectuals, teachers, and ordinary people were massacred in the name of a twisted ideology. We cannot forget Srebrenica, where thousands of Muslim men and boys were executed right before the eyes of the international community. We cannot forget the persecution of the Cristeros in Mexico, where faith itself became the target of violence, and believers were slain for holding to their convictions. Each of these horrors and countless others, which I am sorry to have left unmentioned, stands as a reminder of what happens when hatred, fear, and materialism overcome the light of the spirit. They are warnings written in blood across history’s pages, urging us to never repeat them. Yet still, in our present era, echoes of these same tragedies ring out, showing us how easily humanity falls back into darkness.

Furthermore, living on Earth is not a coincidence, but a sacred chance to prove ourselves worthy of the Kingdom of Love and Peace. If we were suddenly placed in a realm of pure Light, we would not know how to connect our spirits to such high vibrations. After all, we are here to learn, to align ourselves with the frequency of Heaven, and trials are not punishments but opportunities to grow. The evil forces of hatred, greed, and despair are real, as they thrive in wars, genocides, corruption, and injustice. But against them stand the powers of Love, Truth, and Righteousness. Every time we forgive, defend the weak, care for the Earth, and act with kindness, we rise closer to Heaven. Spiritual growth is not achieved in one leap, but in daily practice: prayer, meditation, self-reflection, and service. It is the slow, steady work of cleansing ourselves of ego and selfishness, and attuning ourselves to the eternal Light.

Moreover, True Happiness is not in money or power, but harmony between body, soul, and spirit. In higher dimensions, there is no room for selfishness or cruelty. So here, in this earthly life, we must learn to cleanse ourselves of these poisons. Virtues are the keys that open higher doors: chastity, temperance, charity, diligence, kindness, patience, humility, forgiveness. Each of these is like a note in a higher symphony, since, together, they allow our spirits to vibrate in tune with Heaven. Every small act — a word of Truth, a gesture of Compassion, a sacrifice for Justice — brings us closer to that Eternal Harmony. As a matter of fact, it is in choosing Virtues that we resist the dark currents that seek to drag souls and spirits down into despair.

Thus, the global turmoils of our age are not only tragedies but also signs — birth pains of a New Era of Peace that prophets, philosophers, and poets have long spoken about. The darkness we see now seem to become stronger, but it cannot last forever. Humanity is being called to awaken, to rise, to remember who we truly are: not just bodies, but eternal souls and spirits on a elevating and illuminating journey. Sacred texts speak of an Age of Love, Justice, Peace, Wisdom, and Fairness where nations will not learn war anymore. After all, philosophers have dreamt of a Universal Brotherhood and mystics have seen visions of a world transfigured by Light. Could it be that these dreams are not illusions, but prophecies waiting to be fulfilled? The violence, the wars, the genocides are like storms before the dawn, reminding us of the urgent need to change, to evolve, to align ourselves with Love.

Therefore, brothers and sisters, time is short, and the choice is urgent. Will we remain blind in materialism, or will we embrace the higher path of Love, Peace, and Unity? The answer will shape not only our future, but the destiny of our souls and our spirits. Life passes swiftly and each moment is a chance to grow, to rise, to shine with the Light given to us by our Creator. Beloved brothers and sisters, let us not waste this chance. Let us awaken, rise, and walk the path of Light. Together, we can resist and fight against darkness, transform our world, and prepare for the eternal Kingdom where Love and Peace reign eternally. The time is now. The choice is ours.